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... the air.
Merchants hawked their wares from rickety stalls, their voices hoarse from hours of yelling. "Fresh fish! Get your fresh fish here!" one bellowed, the stench of his rotten produce wafting through the crowd.
Nearby, a woman with wild eyes thrust a handful of wilted herbs at passersby, insisting they held magical properties.
Amidst this tumult, a hooded figure weaved through the throng, his steps quick and purposeful. In his grasp was a folded sheet of paper.
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